5-159: Suffolk Small Food Court
She says quietly, “Why does a gold tag walk away from all that? You could be at some posh party right now hob-nobbing with Secretariat members-”
Their food arrives, and after the brief interruption Erin continues, “- instead of eating goat-sticks in a café with a disreputable engine monkey.”
Oliver’s face will pique interest at “disreputable”.
“Well, I wanted to know what it was like being a zero, I find it’s made me come to appreciate the people behind the letter we’re given at birth.”
He takes a pause. “If I had of kept the gold ticket I wouldn’t be eating meals with genuinely talented individuals such as yourself, only people who think being born in a shinier hospital made them more talented.”
“May I ask… what made you say disreputable?”